In the last week and a half, I’ve had three birthday celebrations. One, on my birthday, was just me and the hubbinator, the second one was pizza at our house, and lastly my aunt who was in town provided my Granny recipe for sloppy Joes, corn on the cob, and rootbeer popsicles.
When the hubbinator jokes about celebrating his birthday all week or month long, this must be what he’s talking about.
There’s nothing better than celebrating with family and friends. Although my aunt did give me a special gift of old family photos and documents including my grandfather’s citizenship application (including his alias from when he worked as a merchant marine to cure his TB), his birth/baptismal certificate (written in Polish), and a certificate for him to work on radios from the 1920s. Such awesome gifts!
Which got me thinking about other birthday gifts.
I remember turning 5 and receiving a gold bicycle. Which a few weeks later I left out in the driveway and my dad ran over the training wheels.
I remember turning 11 and spending the summer with my grandparents going to bingo and eating yummy Maryland tomatoes, and my Aunt (the same one above) gave me a jar of Vlasic dill pickle halves all for me. Food. It’s how we show love:D
I remember turning 20 and my boyfriend gave me flowers, a gold necklace, and a day at the waterpark. After we married, the hubbinator learned to give me rose bushes to plant, no jewelry (that took a lot longer), and trips to lakes, rivers, and more waterparks:D
There are so many days in between but the best are always spent with family and friends. And having those are the best gifts of all.
Until next time.